“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Six-thirty. Outside the Empire State Building. Will we go up it, or should I do that during the day?”
“We’ll go up it together,” I decide on a whim.
“I can’t wait. Night, Emmet.” There’s a click and then a single tone.
I press the end call button, put my cell on its charging mat, and stare at the ceiling. I can’t help but smile. Based on that brief conversation, I’m pretty sure I’m going to enjoy spending tomorrow evening with Ty.
Chapter Five
Tyler
Sleep? What’s that? It’s what I need now, but instead of crawling into bed, I’m standing outside the Empire State Building, waiting for Emmet.
I’ve had a busy day. Zeke and I walked Sandy first thing. She was very appreciative of having two people willing to throw her ball. Next, Micah made us all a lavish breakfast, and then we headed into Manhattan to see the sights. I’ve never walked so much in my entire life. Yes, we could have taken the subway, but there was so much to see above ground, that we didn’t bother.
Now, my feet are about to fall off, and I’m bone tired. But the moment I see Emmet walking toward me, I’m so excited, I bounce on the balls of my feet.
“If you need anything, call,” Micah says.
“Or send an SOS text message,” Rett says.
“Yeah, we’ll call you and pretend there’s an emergency or something,” Zeke says in a tone that suggests he’s had to use that method to escape a date before.
I laugh. “That won’t be necessary. Do you want to stay and meet Emmet?”
“We’ll leave you to it,” Micah says.
“Have fun!” Rett and Zeke chime.
Micah puts his arms around their waists and steers them away, just as Emmet reaches me. He’s just as dreamy as I remember. More, because today he’s wearing an elegant suit.
“Were they your friends?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Have you had a good day?”
I smile and nod. “We’ve seen so much! Although Times Square is smaller than I was expecting.”
He chuckles. “Underwhelming?”
“No! I just imagined it would behuge.”
Emmet hooks his thumb toward the entrance to the Empire State Building. “Still want to go to the top?”
“Yes, please.” I widen my eyes. “Oh, I didn’t mean that you should pay, I can pay for myself. I could pay for both of us, if you’d like? I mean… you’re showing me around New York, but that doesn’t mean you should have to foot the bill or anything.”
He takes hold of my hand, silencing me, which is a good thing, because I might have rambled on for ten minutes if he’d let me. “It’s my treat. Relax, Ty. You’re not on a plane anymore.”
No, I’m on a sort of date with a gorgeous guy, and I’mstillmaking a fool of myself.
My cheeks are blazing hot as he leads me into the building and buys tickets to the top. We have to wait to get into the lift. The doors are fancy and in an Art Deco style.
